[The hand that had automatically moved to where a short blade was supposed to be tied to her belt finds nothing. She didn't keep that blade for self defense, and she did not keep it to cut twine or carve wood. It was for a singular purpose, one any warrior ought to be prepared to carry out if need be...
And it is not there. She does not even want to use it but she might have to and it is not there and her fingers go white at the knuckles fisting on nothing where the scabbard should be. Or maybe that's just the pain of the break hitting her now that she's seen it, now that she tries-
At least he is not looking at her. At least no one sees the fear that flashes over the pain when she tries to shift her body and move her leg, broken bones grinding against each other and more blood welling up as torn flesh is cut further by a jagged shard. She covers her mouth in her hands to muffle the pathetic, weak sound, to swallow the urge to vomit. How long- How long before everything else began to follow? She'd seen what happened to horses that broke legs. She'd seen what happened to jinba who did. As much as she refuted the similarities between the species... jinba were just as susceptible to shock following such injuries as a horse was.
So before that happened... before she became useless, before her strong body betrayed her...]
I can do it.
[She tries to hide how her chests are tight with barely concealed instinctive panic, how she doesn't actually know if she can.]
I just... need help...
[No human could be counted on to bear a jinba's weight, but Amos... Amos had magic. Amos could make her lighter, like his doppelganger had in the icy halls of the Scorching Isles. If there was less than a half ton bearing down on that broken limb then surely...]
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And it is not there. She does not even want to use it but she might have to and it is not there and her fingers go white at the knuckles fisting on nothing where the scabbard should be. Or maybe that's just the pain of the break hitting her now that she's seen it, now that she tries-
At least he is not looking at her. At least no one sees the fear that flashes over the pain when she tries to shift her body and move her leg, broken bones grinding against each other and more blood welling up as torn flesh is cut further by a jagged shard. She covers her mouth in her hands to muffle the pathetic, weak sound, to swallow the urge to vomit. How long- How long before everything else began to follow? She'd seen what happened to horses that broke legs. She'd seen what happened to jinba who did. As much as she refuted the similarities between the species... jinba were just as susceptible to shock following such injuries as a horse was.
So before that happened... before she became useless, before her strong body betrayed her...]
I can do it.
[She tries to hide how her chests are tight with barely concealed instinctive panic, how she doesn't actually know if she can.]
I just... need help...
[No human could be counted on to bear a jinba's weight, but Amos... Amos had magic. Amos could make her lighter, like his doppelganger had in the icy halls of the Scorching Isles. If there was less than a half ton bearing down on that broken limb then surely...]